December 2023

The world says pain brings the most beautiful poetry. 

I'm waiting for Mr. Weekend to clean up the mess of my week.

I'm waiting for them to take out the dust. To make my window see through again.

To blink back at the light that was there all the time but could not be seen anymore. 

To blink back at the light like I'm out of a big bag nightmare I thought would never end but did. 

Look at the darkness in us, all the fear which makes me blind from a different reality. 

The cyclone rages around us making those big distorted voices so loud. We can't see anything but pure darkness in terror. We start to believe that the sun above the clouds was a lie. That the only possible outcome is that we'll die. 

And at one point, the dirty muddy bloody hands covering our eyes vanish and the black and white objects which used to give us pleasure slowly retrieve their colors. 

La PrInCeSs Du CrEpUsCuLe

Quand la folie du monde reprend,

Effaçant la vie au présent,

Je me dresse sur l'horizon,

Attendant la prochaine saison. 

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Internal Fight

What are we even doing around here you and I ? 

Stop looking for it ! It'll only turn you mad.

What can't you jut walk away and not ask questions ?

I'll make you breath with me to save your soul from damnation. 

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Take me away like your saturday night sushi. 

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La PrInCeSs Du CrEpusCuLe

Laisse moi brûler tes pieds glacés,

En te faisant marcher sur le soleil. 

I swear it won't hurt. 

Or maybe a little but it's not that bad. 

Laisse moi prendre ta main atrophiée

Par les années affamées de merveilles. 

Te lo juro, no voy a matarte, 

Si por fin miras como nunca miraste. 

Laisse moi insufler dans tes poumons asphixiés

L'air qui réveille. 

Te prometo, no va a dañarte. 

Bueno, un poco, pero no es tan terrible. 

I swear, I wont kill you,

If finally you see as you never saw. 

--La PrInCeSs Du CrEpUsCuLe--

25.10.2016

J'ai probablement moins de sang sur les mains

Qu'un millier d'assasins. 

J'ai probablement un peu moins faim

Qu'une poignée de requin. 

----Novembre 2016----

Toi et moi avons passé le plus clair de notre temps

En apnée, dans le courant. 

On a amerit un jour de Janvier

Et depuis on se noie dans le placenta de la réalité. 

-------2023-------

I'm building a gold mountain to sit on top and look at the sunset. 

I keep going eventhough this road has no end.

Or actually it does ! 

Then, what was the road for ? 

La PrInCeSs Du CrEpUsCuLe

06.08.2016

This is the place we would die, 

Between those trees, under this sky, 

Finally blinded by the light of the sun, 

Heaven, free from any threath, any gun. 

Flotting on the grass, my body will be eaten, 

Empty from thoughts, closed eyes, I'll run

Away from the fight, 

No, don't cry. 

This is the place I wish I'd die. 

La PrInCeSs Du CrEpUsCuLe